Today I noticed a mad-man, walking down the street, mumbling something..
I didn’t notice, and ignored
I’m a busy man, working in an IT cell, I also write and have responsibility of some students also,
Things like these, don’t have emotional effect in my heart.
Yesterday, a student’s guardian came over, asked me a lots of questions
At a point, he advised me, that if his boy don’t listen, then shove him out of the class.
This reminded me, my father’s memory,
He also talked like that, always giving teachers the audacity to bit me up..
But his lessons helped me shape my future..
Last I saw him, he was a weakened man.
Once a hard worker, now found his permanent abode in the bed, which he got from Marriage as dowry
He always used to say, ' I’m not waiting for you to see me, I can take care of myself’.
His fundamentals, his advises, and opinions were one of a kind.
But everything vanishes with time, isn’t it?
I married, and settled somewhere else.
Don’t get me wrong, it was also his advise.
He didn’t even ask me to come to see him often,
I think he thinks himself as liability.
Furthermore, I asked him to come to our new flat,
He blatantly refused.
So, being a son of this man, I learnt
certain emotion for mad people, don’t have places in hearts of strong people.
A car horn broke my reverie, and I started walking towards the parking.
When I was about to enter my car, I saw him, the mad-men throwing a piece of paper towards me.
Being feared, I dodged.
Threw some abuses also, but he smiled and left.
But after returning home, I saw that piece of paper lying on the road and so picked it up.
And read it.
How are you? I’m not fine. How can I! I miss you, you know. But I’ve a lots of anger, a lots of complaints. You left me alone, in that house, where once you played, smiled, hugged me, and now it’s blank without you. Every night I look at the door, and think you would enter. But I think it was my fault not to ask!
The paint of our corridor is ruined a bit, because now, it is a bit hard to go to bathroom alone. To bring water, it hurts in my legs. I try to put Move in my joints, but when I bent, it hurts my back.
Cable workers came and informed me about the new STB thing, which I don’t know what! But they cut the line. I pass my day, seeing the same photo album again and again, but when I saw the chapter where your mother and I, holding you, and you were crying, a smile appears.
Live your life son, I won’t advise you anymore, already my fundamentals raised you this much, now you live in a 18 floor flat. My chest swells every time I think about you, my son.
One last wish, which I might have fulfilled is that, I could’ve agreed to live with you. I wish I could’ve hugged you one last time, I could’ve kissed you on your cheeks. But, next time I think!
I’m now starting my expedition to find you, in this vast land of people, and when I’ll find you, I’ll throw this letter to you, and when you’ll dodge, that’s when I’ll win. Because I’m still the dominant one.
Love you son.
I rushed to my balcony, and he was there in the parking lot.
Smiling, and waving his hand, saying ‘ I’m sorry’.
He was mumbling something, and now it’s prominent.
The phrase was ' You are the best son’.
And then, all of a sudden, he was no longer there
The letter in my hand, started vanishing…
I heard a voice, shouting..
‘Wake up! Wake up! Your father is no more! Wake up'